Chicago 1990

The sky was dark, and the car shuttled through the quiet and wealthy area of ​​Highland Park, and you could already see the familiar iron gate of Song Ya's mansion. "You can actually continue to play in Las Vegas without accompanying me back. "

　　It was very hard to hurry, and I didn't sleep well on the plane. Mariah Carey yawned and said to Brenda beside her.

　　 "Forget it..."

　　 Brenda waved his hand boldly, "The show is arranged for you. You can't play with Patty and me without you. Uh, Mimi..." She suddenly stopped talking.

　　 "What?" Mariah Carey asked.

　　 "Wait... can you, can you tell APLUS that I made the idea to get you back?" Brenda looked over with imploring eyes.

　　 "Hmm..."

　　 Mariah Carey said that you still want to "grab credit"? But I want to please him too. Even the pre-wedding party gave up and came back from Las Vegas to find him. He was very dissatisfied with the pre-wedding party. When I see how surprise he should be, he will definitely be I cried so moved...

　　 But she didn't want to show her soft side to the little fiance in front of the plastic sisters, pouting proudly, "You are still afraid of him."

　　 "Of course I am afraid!"

Brenda's eyes widened, "I'm a singer under his banner! I will release a new album next year. That may be the most important album of my life! I've been out of breath for a long time. Last year, I danced the soundtrack of my life. , The song is so popular, I still haven't got much attention from M-Fxxk myself. Okay, Mimi, please..."

　　 Then you always urged me behind your back at first. I quarreled with him several times over this matter. Now that I know it, I am afraid? What a stupid woman! No wonder you are bankrupt! Mariah Carey continued to start the Little Theater of Mind, but she said: "I don't care, wait for you to make up how you want to make it up."

　　 "Thank you, good sister."

　　 Brenda happily gave her a big hug, and kept kissing her on the cheek, "I knew you were the best Mimi. With so many backing singers back then, I could tell at a glance that you are the most nice."

　　 Mariah Carey glanced at her female assistant silently, then looked out the window, curled her mouth, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.

　　 The car had stopped at the gate, and the bodyguard and driver blew the horn.

　　 "Excuse me..." A security question came from the phone.

　　 She skillfully lowered the car window and glanced at the surveillance camera in the dark.

　　 "Oh, Miss Kelly, please come in." With a click, the door slowly opened.

　　 The car drove straight downstairs to the villa, and she got out lazily, yawning and stretching into the door.

"Linda, get some food, I'm hungry." She saw Linda talking to the maid in the living room. She didn't pay attention to the expression on the other side's face when she saw her, and then walked to the second floor without a word. Humph! His party isn't over yet, is it?"

　　 "Miss Kelly!"

　　 Linda stopped her, "There is food in the restaurant, and coffee. Would you like to have some first?"

　　 "Also." She shifted her goal forward, "Put water in the bathtub. I want to take a shower. I'm exhausted."

"Yes."

　　 Brenda also trailed behind her, "Linda can also put water in the bathtub in my room? Thank you."

　　 "Huh? Linda, where are you going?" She turned her head and found that Linda was running quickly to the second floor.

　　 "Something's wrong! Miss Kelly!"

　　The female assistant suddenly screamed. She put down the big suitcase in her hand, sprinted a few steps, and caught up with Linda, grabbing her clothes corner.

"what!"

Linda, who had already stepped up the stairs, lost her balance. She grasped the handrails of the stairs with one hand, and pushed the female assistant away with the other hand. The white assistant who was the opponent of the black aunt was immediately pushed to the ground. Linda said nothing. Said to continue climbing the stairs.

　　 "Fxxk!"

Brenda reacted swiftly to this kind of thing, "Mimi! That kid is upstairs!" She didn't want to help the female assistant who fell to the ground, staring at Linda, rushed over, and caught up on the corner of the second floor. She reached out and caught Linda's hair.

"what!"

　　 Linda's head is really well-managed, and she screamed again, trying to push Brenda down as well.

Brenda, who has been doing manual labor in fast food restaurants for several years, is so annoying. "You bitch!" She yelled in a black accent, pulling her hair without relaxing, and then used the other one. The base of the palm of the hand hit Linda's forehead.

　　 "Brenda are you crazy!? You let go!"

　　 Linda fought back fiercely, and the two black women scuffled together, and then both fell down the stairs, inexplicably rolling all the way to the floor on the first floor.

　　 "Ah! Ah!"

　　 fell on the ground, still pulling each other's hair, punching each other, kicking...

　　 Mariah Carey ignored them, silently walked around and went to the second floor.

　　 The corridor leading to the master bedroom was very quiet. Old Mike was sitting on the sofa at the end and napping, a few newspapers scattered at his feet.

　　 She walked to the door of the master bedroom expressionlessly, with her ears on the door, she did not hear any sound, twisted the doorknob, and was locked.

　　 "Miss Kelly!"

　　 Old Mike woke up immediately when he heard the movement. The old man wanted to stand up, but he slipped the newspaper on the floor.

　　 "Is he in there?"

　　 She is much smarter than Brenda, and the reaction of the little fiance's men is enough to make her guess what happened, but she still wants to make a final confirmation and ask Old Mike in a very calm tone.

　　 "Uh, uh."

　　 Old Mike got up and nodded, "He was resting. He was playing yesterday... well, he was tired from playing at the party and was drunk. Let him sleep for a while."

　　 "Fxxkyou, Mike, you don't tell lies." She cursed softly, "Open the door."

　　 "Uh, he has been under a lot of pressure recently..." Old Mike said, "too young again..."

　　 "Open the door!"

　　 Old Mike looked up at the ceiling embarrassedly, "Why don't you come back later?"

　　 "Open the door!" She made a shot gesture with her thumb and index finger, pressing the tip of her index finger against Old Mike's chest.

　　 Old Mike took out the key and opened the door.

　　 In the dimly lit room, the little fiance was sleeping soundly with his arms around black and white, as if mumbling in a dream, no, not a dream, he was still humming.

　　Oh, shessweetbutapsyho

　　Alittlebitpsyho

　　Atnightshesreamin

　　 "Im-ma-ma-maoutmamind"

　　 "He is under a lot of pressure..." Old Mike finished explaining, and quietly twitched his mouth.

She shook her body slightly, held her hand on the door frame, blinked her eyelids, did not cry, did not make a fuss, and was not in the mood to figure out who the two women with their heads buried in the little fiance’s neck were, but turned around indifferently. go away.

　　 Song Ya turned over and pulled the hair out of the woman on his face. He now feels very weird. The apocalypse in his dream is very complete. A song and MV are added, but this is in a dream! Can the apocalypse be enlightened in dreams, hehe...huh? How do I know that I am in a dream?

　　 Manually move left, oh, holding a woman, Mimi? No, right here...

　　 This is the touch in reality, right? He will be awake, thinking beautifully.

　　 "Taraji, Taraji? Miss Marguerite!?"

　　Who is talking, like the voice of old Mike? He raised his eyelids slightly with a bit of annoyance, it was indeed old Mike, he was pushing the woman beside him by the bed.

　　 "Mike, what time is it? Is there anything wrong?"

　　As soon as the person wakes up, the troubles in reality will rush in, "Is it the case?"

　　 "It's worse than that!" Old Mike rolled his eyes at him.

　　 "That's..." Before he could say anything, "Ah!" Juliana Marguerite in his arms suddenly let out a scream.

　　Oh, sheshotbutapsyhooleftbutshesrightthough

　　Atnightshesreamin

　　 "Im-ma-ma-maoutmamind"

"What happened!"

　　 It’s more serious than the case, he was so silly, did the FBI arrest me? "What's your name..." In the middle of the sentence again, he saw a familiar figure standing at the door, Mimi?

Yes! Is it her, what is she dragging? Long red handle, that... is that the fire axe at home! ?

　　 over!

　　No, no,

　　Letherleadyouon, on, on

　　Youllbesaying, "No, no"

　　Thensaying, "Yes, yes, yes

　　Causeshemessinwithyourhead

　　 Julianna Marguerite jumped out of bed and ran directly to the bedroom bathroom, while Taraji disappeared.

　　 Only Song Ya was left on the bed for an instant. His brain short-circuited, and he was dumbfounded as his fiancee approached quickly, as well as the bright axe held high in her hand.

　　 "Calm down! Miss Kelly."

　　 Old Mike looked back and saw this scene, and rushed to stop it.

　　 "Let me kill him! I love you so much APLUS!"

　　 Mariah Carey burst into tears, and hit the bed with an axe, and the sharp blade got stuck in Simmons.

　　 "Ah!" Juliana Marguerite screamed again, closing the bathroom door with a bang and locking it.

Song Ya didn’t care about getting dressed, so he hurried up and hid behind. When he got out of bed, he stepped on a soft thing and fell down. Oh, Taraji is hiding here. The little assistant is clever and forbearing. Pain without saying a word.

　　 "Calm down! Miss Kelly!" Old Mike pressed her hands as they tried to draw the axe out.

　　 "Let me kill him!"

　　Yourejustlikeme, youreoutyourmind

　　Iknowitsstrange, werebottherazykind

　　YouretellinmethatIminsane

　　Boy, dontpretendthatyoudontlovethepain

　　 "I, I was drunk last night, I was wrong, Mimi." Song Ya began to survive, "Forgive me!"

　　 "You are a scumbag!" Old Mike took her hands apart, and the long fire axe stuck in the bed, shaking.

　　Grabaopgunkindarazyhespoisonbuttasty

　　Yeah, peoplesay, Run, dontwalkaway"

　　Causeshessweetbutapsyho

　　Alittlebitpsyho

　　Atnightshesreamin

　　 "Im-ma-ma-maoutmamind"

　　Under the anger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Her strength seems to be exceptionally strong, and Old Mike couldn't help but hug her directly from behind.

　　 "Listen to me, Mimi, I was drunk yesterday, yesterday, I don't know anything!"

Song Ya felt that his life was temporarily out of danger, and he got up and started a collection of scumbag remarks, "I, I, I don’t know how to lie down here, forgive me, please, I didn’t do it, yes! I didn’t do anything sorry for you. , I will never again!"

"no more chance!"

　　 She was hung in the air by the old wheat, her long legs were still struggling to kick here, a high-heeled shoe left her foot, and it accurately hit the corner of Song Ya's eye.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 Song Ya screamed in pain, feeling like a gold star on his head, and one eye seemed to be invisible, "Don't you have any responsibility? You have to go to Las Vegas! I don't listen so many times!"

　　 "Scumbag! Go to hell! Uuuuu..."

　　 "Let's just say a few words, boy." Old Mike took her out who was struggling frantically.

　　 The room became quiet for an instant, "OMG..." Song Ya glanced at the axe, held his forehead, and fell to the bed with lingering fear.